Page 85 of Wildest Forever

“Ski slopes and holiday resort.”

I blink at him.

“Ski slopes?” my brows furrow for a moment.

“Apparently so,” he nods heavily.

“Okay, so that's the winter months sorted... then what?”

“Well, they'll turn it into just a tourist holiday destination.”

I nod, swallowing the bile.

“How big are we talking?”

I watch the corners of his lips lift and a playfulness flames in his eyes, my cheeks turn in an instant.

“Wife...” one of his brows lift, the corner of his lip digging into his cheek and causing a boyish dimple to present itself.

Pressing my hands to my face, I try and hide the fire that creeps onto my cheeks and I feel the flames burn against my palms.

“I didn't mean that...” and he chuckles softly before I feel his fingers wrap around my wrist, softly pulling my hands away from my face and his eyes meet mine.

“I know you didn't,” he whispers against my lips, and I find myself tilting my head back, my lips parting slightly as he consumes me whole.

Silence crackles between us and I feel the panic pinch the back of my neck before my skin breaks out in cold goosebumps, smothering me in an instant.

“Morgan...” he trails off as his fingers slip from my wrists, his arms around my waist as he pulls me towards him.

“Pacey,” I whisper, my throat dry and I am desperate to swallow to coat it, my heart thrashing in my chest, blood pumping in my ears.

He leans in a little closer, lips slanting just above mine and I find myself placing my hands on his chest and pushing him away softly, but I drop my head as I look at my feet.

His fingers grip my chin as he lifts my face so I have no other option to look at him.

“I have never been kissed,” I admit, and I feel a blush creep over the entirety of my body.

His eyes widen ever so slightly, and if I wasn't being forced to look at him I would have missed it.

“Never?” he whispers, repeating my words and I shake my head, his fingers still gripping my chin.

“Never,” I repeat the word, and my heart quickens in my chest.

“Baby,” there's that name again that does things to me I can't even begin to explain.

I roll my lips, eyes still on him and his smile only grows.

“I get to be your first...” he whispers, and I find myself nodding.

He nods softly with me. “Not like this though,” he leans in but places his lips to my forehead and lingers there for a moment more, his hands are now cupping my face and I find myself closing my eyes and enjoying having his lips on my skin.

He steps back, then finally drops his hand from my face.

“Hungry?” my voice squeaks, and I hear the crack.

“Famished,” his eyes hood slightly before he is walking towards me, and I turn as he follows me down the stairs.

“What is your plan then?” I try and change the subject and ignore the way that the heat blossoms between my thighs.

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